My uncle passed away last week, may he rest in peace. The funeral was held yesterday and I arrived wearing a little black dress, blue stockings and black heels. As the church filled up with mourners, I took a seat and next to me, a man wearing a black suit sat down. As the funeral director began the service, I started crying. My uncle had been dear to me, and as I thought back on how he’d impacted my life, grief overtook me. The man next to me put his hand on my thigh and leaned in to me, “You’re so beautiful, don’t cry, it’s going to be ok, shhhhh….”
I put my head on his shoulder. He was just what I needed at the moment. “Follow me,” I said. The service was ending and people were getting up. I walked to the bathroom and opened the door. He followed me in, locked the door, pushed me up against the sink and hiked up my dress. He was inside me quickly, fucking me hard. As he pounded my pussy, there was a knock on the door. “Just a minute,” I called, as I burst into laughter and started cumming at the same time.
He let his weight fall onto me as he drained his balls deep inside my pussy. We turned to face each other, both of us smiling… shit, we had a line out there, and we were leaving a single-stall bathroom together, smelling like sex.
Well, my uncle always said live each day like it’s your last, so we were really just honoring his memory.
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